The prey’s sight
Was an inviting sign.
The predator was “provoked”,
And it’s not its fault!
(Certainly not)
Don’t Predators desire flesh?
Why does the prey
let its guard to rest?
It shouldn’t have wandered in the dusk,
And sparked a desire for the hunt!
Predators are born to hunt.
The others are born to run!
How can you stop the hunt?
Instead, you can run!
The brutes thus shared their thoughts,
Spread their words of wisdom,
And made the deer pledge oaths.
The little rabbits too followed them all.
From that day on,
The rabbit and the deer kept running.
Panting and crying, they kept fleeing.
But their weary feat couldn’t carry on.
Thus, the lion and the leopard kept hunting,
Roaring at their triumphs and boasting
About how their prey wept and begged.
They pierced their flesh and splattered gore!
The vultures, the slyest brutes of them all
Kept picking on the strewn flesh,
And making paintings out of gore.
They partied hard once their paintings were sold!
Thus,
The poor prey cried.
The predators preyed.
And the vultures feasted,
In the wild.
Penned By:
Rtr. Rishini Bandaranayake
Editorial Committee Member 23.24
